Why do you keep dong this?
Pretending like I’m not here or can’t see
The countless hearts you’ve dared to Anubis
You sometimes act like you’re not free
Will you forgive yourself your old ways
Repent and promise to never again be the same
Or will you wait for another one of those days
And go back to being a dog, in love with the game

Why do you ask me to change?
You keep preaching implicitly calling me a failure
Acting like you have to offer me in exchange
Did you once, ever stop to examine your own nature?
Telling me about old, god!, you pontificating? That’s just rich
Behind the masks you wear, we all, are one and the same
If I err, you’re the one to emasculate, your mirror’s calling me a bitch
Don’t play nice like you gave a damn to even remember my name

Will the flood of my tears lustrate your soul?
Maybe erase the ink stains, so you don’t have to change the page
Its droplets from your daughters rain collected in a bowl
She hoped perhaps it would free you from the hate filled cage
Shall I water your poison tree till it’s apples are pure?
This is my only coax to you, I will leave if you choose to fight
I know the pain you hold in your chest, the hurt you had to endure
I’m here now, a gull in flight comes to rest at your side, everything is alright!

What’s the crux on which you would lay your life
On what lies or half-truths would you devote this soul
Would you burn it all to make light in this dark night
Will the fire of Love in my heart make me whole

It’s pain and burden, breaching the moats of human reason
A redefinition of existence in the aftermath of what you know
Here to stay and possibly to find out what it really means
Will joy, beyond tears and laughter, cast on earth a heavenly glow

A fog leaving you scatterbrained and separated from family
The feeling like you were born and lived just to die today
Blindly muttering under your breath, in the arms of a saviour, finally
Not seeing, not feeling, not thinking, ‘please give it to me Someday’

Devising ruses and despicable stratagems is the folly of the wicked
Blessed to surrender and gain is the reward of the strong
What gifts can we offer to those on the wayside to paradise as we build
Hopefully you don’t reply with trifle about, ‘not before long’.

To whom does the bounty of the earth belong?
What does it mean to imbibe the good fortune of freedom?
Is your story neatly within the limits of orthodoxy today?
Blind words of those preaching death and the singularity of someday?

I imagine life with the premise of a thriller upended
But how do I put into perspective it’s acts and innings
If the start to this production has barely finished
And we, it’s audience, call for the finale’s beginning?

To speak with the hidden ruggedness of un-carved wood
Not bothering to hold back a tear or two as you spoke
The visceral pain of losing a child, which I intimately understood
Hearing our silent sobs that night, a sleeping god woke

Stealing a tale from last night’s finished book
We bid into the wilderness with no plans to return
In the darkness we chanced upon a willow by a brook
After hacking at this tree of faith and eunoia,
We watched our fruits of desire burn

It was a journey around the world beyond the daring
I watched from the vantage of a collapsing supernova
The bright moon wanes behind the clouds weeping
Touch the black hole once, and this game, it’s all over.

My bravery and agility gives way to recanted stammering
On Earth I watched them dance promising to not let go
It’s funny what games the conscientious mind likes playing
The vessel is damaged, she laughs, he cries, Oh No!

The system cooled slowly, like a winter’s morning by the seaside
I’m lost in time and stranded in outer space, where are my maps
I love the mistakes we made, even when I found a gun by his bedside
Something for you to remember, as its meaning starts to delapse.

The scales possess and govern us in ways subtler than you think
And to hold a vision of resurrecting this broken palace built for angels
You who must be king, must become subservient beyond the brink
And understand as crocodiles, cockroaches, and worms do.

To Make Heaven, Know Hell!